my own endless night

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"Fuck! I don't want to fuck him or any other guy in this stupid fucking bar, I want to fuck you!" MianMian gasped for air, heart still racing from the feeling of having Wen Qing so close. And now, here she was, an entire solid oak table away, looking completely, infuriatingly unruffled.

Summer

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“It’s just—,” Wen Ning started, and then stopped. “Lan Zhan is kind of particular,” he said finally.

“I’m sure he’d appreciate a well functioning thermometer just as much as the next guy, don’t you think?” Wei Ying reasoned, tearing at the packaging.

“I don’t know,” Wen Ning said slowly, then shook his head. “I suppose he probably would.”

“Do you know him? Or the fourth guy?” Wei Ying inquired.

“Just Lan Zhan, and I don’t really know him. He and I were both in this apartment over the summer, but I hardly saw him. His major is really intense, so he’s never here. I haven’t seen the other guy at all.”

Wei Ying nodded thoughtfully. 

“But the thermostat has been set to seventy all summer and didn’t move an inch, even when we had that other heat wave. He’s like a robot.” Wen Ning whispered this last bit, looking over his shoulder as though afraid of being overheard.

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Out on the front porch Wuxian stopped, leaning the skateboard on the plastic siding just as he had at A-Ning’s house, before bending over, putting his hands on his knees and trying to breathe deeply through the wave of grief that hit him so hard it left him gasping.

This has been happening more and more often, recently. For the first few years after the accident, Wuxian had been used to this feeling, this drowning sensation that blocked out every other sense, leaving him hollow and aching.

But with time, and with the routine that he had found in the Jiang household, it had lessened. He had thought he had grown around his grief, the way they all had said he would. He left room for it, a small hole in his heart he knew would never heal, but hadn’t consumed him.

Now . . . he wasn't so sure.

He didn’t know what exactly was causing it, either.

Perhaps it was all the sentimentality of his senior year. All the events and award ceremonies and presentations, all the fliers inviting him and his parents to orientation events or to college signing photo ops.

Senior night on the soccer team had been particularly painful, though he had refused to say it out loud. There’s nothing like being surrounded by all your friends and their beaming parents to make you really miss having your own, he supposed.

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But Wuxian would be there, too. And Wangji found that he was relieved by that. He was grateful, even.

He was looking forward to seeing Wuxian there, to talking with him, watching him laugh. Privately, Wangji was even looking forward to seeing what costume Wuxian was required to wear. 

And so he nodded, quirking his mouth slightly at Wuxian. “I am gonna be there.”

Wuxian stared at him, eyes flicking around Wangij’s face before letting out a loud laugh, completely oblivious to Qing’s annoyed glare from across the room. “You’re gonna be there too! Oh thank god.”

Wangji warmed further, feeling a blush spread up his neck. Wuxian was grateful he would be there, too. Perhaps they really were friends.

That sounded… nice, he decided.

Friends.